"Hey, ain't life wonderful? Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful... Isn't it wonderful now?" I close my eyes when I get too sad I think thoughts that I know
Z's seaman on my pen That's A.I.D.S. to the ill L.A to the Chilly East coast steal them W's that's raised up for real Fellatio fetish broads know
not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get
me wonder Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder Cuz I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people To make 'em believe I'm crazy
't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated, disputed
Was told now trembling remembering When I timberland and down listen wait. Who’s that coming around sounding like that sound. I guess it’s dinco, milo
fault They like the street they must like the asphalt But that is man woman and children The system has stalled shelter's home That's not what I call it I call
that hustle to live And all my niggas up north that's doin' it big Oh yeah I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare I rap and I'm real, I'm one of the few here
took his slack I know I'm selfish and feelin's is somethin' I know I lack The shit I'm doin' now I know you raised me better than that You showed me
and I kissed her cheek and that's when I observed those satin bed sheets I felt that it was time for me to make my move I thought I better hurry up before
But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you
B.I.G., rest in peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called street life Rest in peace I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated
But I do what I like and I happen to like Rock n' Roll an' I feel Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now I got my own rock
niggas, that hustle to live? And all my niggas up north that's doin' a bid? Oh yeah, I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare I rap and I'm real, I'm one of
I But I wonder will they still be talkin' after I die But that's not important, money's more important And understand I been in that water like I was
I mix it like Gumbo, I pitch it so subtle I keep hustlers puzzled, Feds I got em wondering (Wondering) 'What Happened To That boy' Six maneuver, how'd I slip into that
, that's on y'all Now wait a minute, I didn't ask you all that I just want to know where she is, and if you don't know, that's it Then that's it then}
the type of song that make the angels cry, I look up in the sky and I wonder why? why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side, you were